Dust and Broken Hearts
The savage dust swirls and boils up high
As farmers’ fields are up in the sky
Gusty winds blowing strong
No place to shelter all moisture gone
The North Wind rips the heart of the land
As a drought makes its final command
Farmers struggle to keep their fields
And prayer will not always mean nature yields.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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